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With yet that melancholy smile,
Which oft so sadly gilds awhile
 The "twilight of the year;"
As if still Summer, lingering, shone
O'er scenes from which her warmth was gone.

And yet at this delicious hour
 How lovely is the scene!
Yon woods that o'er the waters tower,
 Alas! no longer green!
Yet still in mournful beauty rise,
All radiant with the thousand dyes
 Which veil where death has been,
And bright in mimic lustre glow,
Upon the clear long lake below.

Light from on high is bursting now,
 O'er mountain, wood, and plain;
Light streams on Autumn's fading brow,
 And gilds her smiles again.
Alike earth, sky, and waters seem
To sleep entranced in that bright beam,
 Without one cloud or stain,
And bask beneath the sunny ray,
Too soon, alas! to fade away.

But ah! that beam gives not the mirth
 A Summer sunshine gave;
There is a stillness on the earth,
 A hush upon the wave,